The Walled Garden

Mrs P and I rather enjoy our days out to stately homes and gardens. Many of which have that ever so traditional English walled garden. Or kitchen garden. This weeks trip was more local than is often the case, to Edmondsham. I do wonder if a walled garden would work in Merida one day, when we retire. We could happily potter about if the morning and evenings, weeding, dead heading, planting and pruning. And in the afternoon, we could greet our paying visitors, serving traditional cream teas. Continue reading “The Walled Garden”